Life Story
William Marrion Branham


Dedicated to all those who are seeking for truth and a sign of confirmation.


Table of contents:

Chapter 1. The Truth


Chapter 2. The Birth


Chapter 3. The Visions


Chapter 4. The Church


Chapter 5. The Angel


Chapter 6. The Sign


Chapter 7. The Light


Chapter 8. The Confirmation





This ebook is the Life Story of Reverend William Marrion Branham as preached in his own words on the 14th of March 1954 (54-0314) at Columbus Ohio USA from his sermon entitled 'Why I'm Praying for the Sick'


Writen and edited by

Iswarlall Balooram




Chapter 1 The Truth

That’s right. It’s the truth. It’s the Angel of the Lord that appeared to me has sent me to you. And that’s exactly the truth.

Now, I don’t come as fanatic. I do not believe in fanaticism. I wouldn’t stand for it. And I know you don’t believe in fanaticism. You believe in the truth, and truth will always speak for itself. That’s right. You never have to strain truth. Truth will always be truth. And so, I–I trust that God will bless us now.

And now, religious background, I had none. My people before me were Catholic. I… My father and mother both are Irish. Anybody can be forgiven for that; there’s a chance for all of us, isn’t there, for being Irish. Mother and dad both were Irish. My mother is a Harvey, my father a Branham. So I was born in a little cabin up here in the mountains. We’ll have the books, but not to sell on Sunday, on some other day in the week. And they’re… The different literature and stuff will be… after a bit.

Now friends, I can only testify to what’s truth. It may seem a little strange to some of you. But if I tell the truth, God will testify that it is the truth. And if He doesn’t, then I haven’t told the truth. Lets God do the judging



Chapter 2 The Birth

And I’m told that when I was born, in a little mountain cabin up in Kentucky, we didn’t have windows like you have here in your homes here; it was just a door you push out, and a little door for a window, no rug on the floor, not even a floor, just the dirt. And we had a stump, cut off, pegs in it, for our–our table, and a bench we set on to eat there at the table, they said. My father and mother were very poor.

I was born on a little straw tick with a shuck pillow. I guess none of you in here ever slept on a straw tick. Oh, is there? Is somebody…? Why, I’ll just take off my coat and feel at home now. If you know what a straw… How many ever drank from a gourd? Let’s see what…? Say, the–the country’s moved right into the city, hasn’t it? That’s all. Yes, sir. Well, that’s… You won’t pay any attention to my “hit,” and “hain’t,” and “fetch,” and “carry,” and “tote,” and all those grammatic mistakes that I make. So, that’s very fine. Well, that makes me feel a whole lot better now. All right. Then…

There was no doctor within forty miles of–or a city of where my dad was a logger. And there’s a midwife. I’m sure you’re acquainted with what that is. The old midwife came over, and my mother was fifteen years old when I was born. My dad was eighteen, two children.

And when they opened up the window, we had an old grease candle, they said, to make light. I don’t whether you’ve ever had a little can of grease with a–a–and a pine...